One Poem

I.

Mirror box
no, i
have trouble
picking words
because no
i know.
(words)
gem like
cut glass
red gash
glitter.

nobody
likes u
when ur
high
like this.
fame
shouldn’t
mean this
no fortune
does.
mirror
box to
fix problem
mysterious
hurts.

II.

Watching spiderman
burning melanopsin
white jelly orb

suppression of certain
things

specificity can live
nicely with me

only if leaving room
for error

I make lots of them
you know that well

some ways clarity
is ouch

do people understand
that? phantom pain

feathers floating
like air bugs

into mouth and
other areas

soon turning over
to sleep

chemical activation
of restlessness.

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Ouch ouch ouch

ouch ouch ouch the internet is a painful place
to walk around barefoot
and curious

digital ghosts go boo and you scream loudly
startled at the immediacy
of pixels

man I was just out for a stroll and this happened
fuck this I am sticking to books
forever now

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